A Maid at King Alfred's Court: A Story for GirlsMadison, Lucy Foster
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A Maid at King Alfred's Court: A Story for Girls
Madison, Lucy Foster
Alfred, King of England, 849-899 -- Juvenile fiction
In the heart of Somerset, at the abode of the thegn, Oswald, a trusted
and tried retainer of the king, the family of Alfred was hidden. With
light heart did Egwina now go on the journey, for it was shared by
Saxons true to the king, and hope had made glad their hearts.
“Dost know the family of the king?” inquired Ethelred of the maiden as
they neared the dwelling of the thegn.
“I have met the lady Elswitha, and I saw her mother and children the
night of the attack on Chippenham,” answered Egwina. “Hast thou?”
“Nay;” replied the youth. “My father was of the royal family of Mercia,
and, when the pagans overran the country, perished by the sword. With
him I should have attended the great Witan at Winchester this Easter,
and thus have seen the king, and mayhap his family also. Tell me of the
lady Elswitha.”
“She is fair and beautiful. Right worthy is she to be the noble Alfred’s
wife, for bravely did she bear herself on the night of the assault.”
“Often have I seen Eadburga, her mother,” remarked Ethelred, “and her
father also, Athelred the Large, for they were of Mercia. Elswitha I
have not seen, for she married the king—he was the atheling then—before
I was old enough to remember. Much have I heard of the present atheling
and his sister. Marry, I would like well to meet with them.”
“Naught do I know of the atheling or his sister,” said Egwina. “There
were only some young children with the lady and her mother.”
“And was there no youth of my age, nor maiden, near them?” queried
Ethelred.
“Nay,” returned Egwina. “There were a youth and a maiden there that
night, but not the atheling nor his sister. The lad was younger than
thou, and the maiden older than I. It could not be they. Besides, I met
this youth and maiden in Andred’s weald some time ago. See the ring that
the maiden gave me.”
She extended her hand with the sapphire upon it.
“And thou art sure that it was not the atheling’s sister?” asked
Ethelred as he examined the gem.
Egwina laughed.
“So sure am I, sir youth, that I will give thee this chain of gold that
Hakon, the jarl, gave me if they be the same. Then, by this amulet, thou
canst have all thy desires.”
“Marry! if there be aught in the charm, I would that they be the same,”
returned the youth, falling in with her merry humor. “But hath it given
thee thy wish yet, maiden?”
“Well-a-day! I wot not what it hath granted, but this I know: I wished
myself well away from the dwelling of Hakon, jarl. That came about. I
wished that the king be warned, and that also happened. Then did I wish
that I could reach the lady Elswitha, and yon turrets tell me that that
also is about to come to pass.”
Ethelred laughed.
“Almost dost thou make me wish that I could obtain the chain.”
“Gladly would I give it thee if only the maid of the forest and the
atheling’s sister were the same,” returned the girl. “Oft have I wished
to see them again. Oft have I wondered if the invader hath despoiled
them of home, or where they be.”
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